Inside the cross-shaped corridor.
Du Wei halted, his right hand holding a bottle of Holy Water, his left hand gripping the silver cross dagger he had gotten from the hunter, Andrew Dowqui.
Some Evil Spirits are capable of influencing reality, even manipulating the human body.
He had witnessed this already.
Looking behind the rusty door, standing in the shadows, with its back to him, Du Wei made a judgment under the state of Spirit Vision, which was more accurate and direct than the sixth sense.
"It's a corpse."
He thought for a moment, leaned in closer and began inspecting carefully, making out the clothes on the body with the help of the flickering, dim light.
What puzzled him was that he seemed to see some threads.
"This is the second staff member's corpse I've encountered."
Then, he turned his head and glanced at the iron door on his right.
Behind this door was another body, but the scene that met his eyes was even more horrifying.
